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Carcajou, whose paws were too sore to prowl 

 about. He felt the restricted diet more than 

 any of them, being a perfect gourmand, &quot; Gulo 

 the Glutton,&quot; that was his name ; and he liked 

 good living. 



On the fourth day Whisky-Jack startled his 

 comrades with the announcement that Francois 

 had acquired a train of four dogs from Niche- 

 mous, who was passing down the ice-road of the 

 river with a Free-Trader. Blue Wolf snuffed 

 discontentedly at the news ; they were his ene 

 mies, and many a scar he carried as souvenir 

 of combats with these domesticated cousins. 

 Family instinct, however, led him to skulk 

 close to Francis s Shack one evening hoping to 

 see the dogs. He went often after the first 

 visit, though advised by Carcajou that it would 

 end in his getting a destroying blast from the 

 Firestick. 



&quot; They have n t got one,&quot; Rof assured him. 

 &quot; You destroyed the only Ironstick they had.&quot; 



&quot; That was an old Trade Musket,&quot; retorted 

 Wolverine. &quot; Fran9ois is too clever to put his 

 good Ironstick out in the wet. You 11 find that 

 he has another, if you don t keep away. What s 

 the attraction, anyway ? &quot; he asked. Ci There 

 can t be anything to eat there, with those yelping 

 Huskies about.&quot; 



